Well...it's been a while...without further ado, chapter three of "Let's Start a Band!"


"We could do that." Gilbert says, referring to his friend's idea.

"But we only do that if necessary. Okay?" Arthur replies.

"Right. It'd be a lot of work anyway, and the awesome does not like work." He responds, grinning.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Can you go out there and tell them to head home? Go home yourself too." Arthur says, shooing him away.

"ELIZABETA! LET'S GO HOME!" The young women let out a sigh as her loud, and rather obnoxious, husband walks in.

"I don't seem to have much of a choice. It is getting late." She says aloud.

"Bye bye!" "See ya!" The rest of the 'band' yell to her, as she's being dragged away.

"Why don't you like him?" Elizabeta asks Gilbert as they walk back to their house.

"I just don't. He's stupid and annoying. Nothing like me." He responds insolently.

"Right...nothing like you..." Elizabeta says sarcastically.

(Meanwhile back at the Kirkland's...)

The new neighbor, after much persuasion, had gone home.

"Alfred, tell me more about what happened." Arthur asks his younger brother. Although he acts rather harsh towards him, he really does care.

"WELL, you see..." He trails off.

"Alfred-san lost his job. He was laid off, and my income wasn't enough to pay the rent." Kiku pitches in.

Arthur let out a small sigh before replying, "I suppose you can stay, but you need to look for a job, understand?"

Alfred nods quickly, grinning. "Thank you!"

"Now go on upstairs. You know where the guest room is. And I don't expect you two to do...dirty things. Understand?"

Kiku and his husband both share a blush before nodding quickly and rushing upstairs.

"Well, well, well. Look who's showing some sympathy towards his brother." Kayleigh says, teasing him.

"Oh, shush. I'm his older brother and I'm responsible for him." Arthur explains.

"You really are sweet, you know that?" She tells him, smiling.

Her husband lets out an ignorant sigh and then tells her he's going to bed.

"Goodnight sweetheart. I'll be up soon." She replies before he races upstairs.

'He really is an idiot...but I do love him...' Kayleigh thinks to herself, smiling.

"Where 'ave you been?"

"I...I was at the neighbors darling." Antonio replies to his, drunk, wife.

"Why *hiccup* did'ja take so damn long?" "I had to watch this stupid boy." She gestures to their son, crouched in the corner.

"How many bottles?" Antonio aks.

"What're ya talkin' 'bout?" Abigail responds.

"How many bottles have you drunk?" He asks, raising his voice.

"Barely any." She retorts.

"She's had roughly five, dad." His son tells him.

"Shut up you idiot!" She screams, slapping her son across his face.

"Abby! Stop!" Antonio exclaims.

"I can do what I wanna." She says, punching her husbands face.

"Dad?! Are you okay?" Lovino asks, worried.

The man grimaces but nods.

"Abby. Go upstairs." She tries to yell something, but Antonio stops her.

"Now."

She reluctantly climbs up the stairs, yelling a few colorful words down.

"Are you okay, Lovi?" Antonio asks.

"Yeah, I am. And don't call me that." Lovino says, slowly standing up.

"Just...head off to be. I'll deal with your mother." He tells his son.

"Fine. Goodnight."

And to think he thought this could be a new beginning.


Aha! A twist! Not really, but still...And yes, I do know what Arthur's idea is. But you all don't! So...ha! Ehehe... As usual, thanks for reading!

-Imoto